Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1887-06-01

ing the divine command "If thine er
 emy hunger feed him.
 Tho one lives in the north and tn
 other in the south, ca mans a man fo
 n that" and home is home.
 | The bloody war is ended. Fields O
 beautiful grain wave over the land, onc'
 sowed in bullets and dyed in crimson
 Lovely homes dot the green fields ans
 pleasant woodlands of the sunny south
 and children have heard the sad story
 of war and learned its bitter lesson
 And the school house and church be
 token the glory that shall gild the flu.
 ture, while in the north busy industry makes glad and short the hours of each day and the present tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
 The sound of busy feet is on the march to the martial airs of patriotism and progress, and on the rain bow arch that spans these states read, Liberty and union, now and forever, one and in sepersble!" And over this royal archway, in letters that never grow dim, illumined with celestial light, I read, humanity's watchword, our nations motto, "ln God We trust"
 As we walk through the long aisles of our national graveyard, which is dressed in crape of mourning, even over the beautiful robes of spring, pause before that grave so lately moistened with the tears of a grateful nation, where Sher- man and Johnson. Buckner and Sberi- dan clasped northern and southern hands and mingled their tears over the dead form of. the great commander. Crown his tomb to-day with wreath of flowers.
 l refer to the hero of Donelson, the hero of Shiloh, of Vicksburg and of Appo- matox-Gen. U. :. Grant, conquered at last by the conqueror of conquerors Then gaze upon the grave of Mcclellan, and of Logan. just fallen asleep, and strew their graves with flowers. Don't forget the graves of George Meade, and Robert E. Lee, and others. Let us tread lightly here, for We are on hal lowed ground, and as the breezes, drOwsy with floral perfumes, sigh through the cypress groves around us and above us, are they not winged with the voices of the gal | lant dead, telling us as we gaze upon their tombstones to read, Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors, and their works | do follow them," and as our eyes carry us out over these graves multitudinous, the graves of friend and foe, the graves of our common love, We will but voice the sentiments of our hearts when we | sxclaim in the fitting words:
 ''No more shall the war-ery sever.
 Or the winding rivei he red.
 They baui. our anger forever
 When they iaurei the graves of our dead.
 Under the sod and the dew
 Waiting the judgmen mt day;
 Love and tears for The blue,
 Tears and love for the gray.-
 And as, on this sacred day, the god less of Liberty, with sad heart and owed head, is weeping over the green raves of her loyal sons, the fallen he oes, with bright eyes let her look up | 'onder to truths highest pinnacle, and mile to see that emblem of our nation ] hopes and pride, as over the land and ver the sea it floats, the flag of our lmerican Union, Most beautiful flag f earth!
 Flag O. our free hearts hop and home, By angel hands "a valor given;
 ny stars have It the welkl In dome,
 And all Thy hues were horn tu Heaven. ore ger ii ,af th At si andsri sheefi
 Where brea,hes the foe bus falls before us, | Vith Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's bsnnsr streaming o-.rus.r